Having lived in four countries with parents who loved holidays, I’ve been lucky enough to travel many places from a young age. As a family we’ve camped and stayed in five star hotels, been on beach retreats and escaped life’s daily slog to go skiing. Without a doubt one of the most beautiful places I’ve been to was Fraser Island, off the Queensland Coast in Australia.
My parents would probably be dead confused if they read this post – I was dragged through this particular trip kicking and screaming. It was a three week camping road trip, and Fraser Island is a sand island. As someone who likes things to be clean and neat and tidy, a sand island is my worst nightmare because sand gets every. Freaking. Where. Not to mention my avid hate of camping due to the lack of hygiene and space and adequate cooking facilities. And I admit it – most of the trip I disliked. A lot. The two days we spent in the Sydney city center was amazing, but the rest of it was messy and cramped and involved copious amounts of driving.
However, this particular beach in Fraser Island was stunning. You couldn’t swim in it because of the jellyfish (Australian animals want to kill everyone, I swear) but it still had all the other essential elements of a perfect beach. Sand so soft it felt like your feet were sinking into a cloud, the scent of salt and ocean air, the sound of crashing waves and the occasional seagull. If you looked out as far as you could see there was that unique shade of blue where the sea met the sky, occasionally dotted with the white caps of the ocean. Because of Fraser Island’s remote location, you could look to either side of you and see nothing but a few birds for hundreds and hundreds of meters. Everything about the beach was perfect, and made the hours of driving kind of worth it.
(This post was written before changes to my blog, when all posts where categorized by “sparks”. Any and all references to Katy/Everyday/Travelling/Life Sparks or Sparkszine are as a result of this)